Daddy Fucks Me: Volume 1

I knew by the way Daddy was watching me that I might’ve done something wrong.

Actually… I knew exactly what I did wrong. I only hoped he wouldn’t have noticed as I played coy about it. It was dumb because nothing ever escaped him. But I had to play along.

As I sat there, fidgeting with the lacy trim of my dark skirt, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt wash over me. I had purposely worn this gothic dress; my sleeves sheer and laced with flowers, because I knew it was Daddy’s favorite color and he loved bridal wear on me.

I thought it would soften the blow or maybe even make him forget about what I had done. But I was well aware that Daddy was not one to let things slide easily. He had a keen eye for details, and nothing ever escaped him.

I bit my bottom lip, playing coy and avoiding his gaze but I could feel him burning into me. Every time I looked up, I could see the disappointment in his eyes, and it only added to my guilt.

I squirmed in my seat, knowing I’d let him down. I couldn’t bear to face the consequences so I pretended not to notice when he placed his cup onto the countertop and walked slowly toward me on the couch.

I gulped, keeping my nose deep into my book as his presence grew closer and closer.

He crouched down in front of me, and I could feel the fear rising in my chest. I tried to hide it, to keep a poker face, but it was no use. He could see right through me. I could feel his breath on the caps of my knees, and I knew there was no turning back now.

I mustered up the courage to peek above my book, and I was met with his hooded eyes. He didn’t say anything, but I could see the disappointment and hurt in his gaze. I wanted to disappear, to run away from this moment, but I knew that I deserved whatever punishment he had in store for me.

“So, are you going to tell me about last night?” he asked before I could I look away from him. His voice was calm and low, so unlike how I expected it to be. I wasn’t sure if he was angry. I couldn’t tell from his tone. I was usually better at reading his emotions but he was on his guard it seemed.

I fidgeted as I couldn’t deny him a thing. “Um… Daddy… Did you see my dress?”

“I did.” He spoke, keeping his eyes locked onto mine. “You’re beautiful.”

I blushed, breaking contact and pinching my lips. He was so straightforward and to the point. Once he’d decided on something, there was no turning back. This was my chance. “I’m tired right now. Can we talk later?” 

“Why not now?” He asked, his voice calm and calculated. “This is as good as any time.” 

He said no more, but his eyes spoke volumes. They were filled with longing, desire, and a hint of impatience. Why? I could feel my heart racing and my palms getting sweaty. He stared at me for a moment before unfolding his hands and placing them on my thighs. I gasped lightly as the heat of his palms permeated through my goth dress. It made my skin tingle.

“Daddy…” I whined, trying to find an excuse to back out. But as his thumbs rubbed up and down the insides of my thighs, I couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. He knew exactly how to make me weak in the knees with fear. Does this mean I’ve lost my chance? I put my head down and squeezed the dark romance book in my hands.

“I-I’m sorry.” I stuttered, knowing I was definitely in trouble.

“For what?” He replied without skipping a beat after I spoke. His hands crept higher and higher until the tips of his fingers brushed the inside of my thighs. I couldn’t help the shivers that ran up my spine and made me clench my legs together.

“I… was late.” It wasn’t such a big deal to get upset over, but Daddy was such a stickler for rules.

“Uh-huh. Didn’t I say to be home by a certain time?” He said, inching his way up further until his fingertips were just past the lace trimmings of my skirt. Daddy’s hand was under my skirt and his touch was light, ghosting up my legs and making me squirm feverishly. “That’s a little dangerous. Don’t you think?”

“N-no… I didn’t think so… It was only by 20 minutes. I-I can take care of myself, Daddy.” I spluttered. My heart was racing too much. I could hear the pounding in my ears. My face was hot. I had to get out here before he gave me more than just a spanking. It didn’t matter that I was in my twenties or that it was legal for me to smoke and drink and party at night. He would still spank me if I disobeyed him.

In this house, my daddy was the law. I felt like a delinquent when I stood up from the couch and took a few steps away from him. He frowned and watched me, but did not stand up to follow me. “I have to go get-get ready for work, Daddy.”

I said it as sweetly as possible, but I didn’t wait for a response when I quickly passed him, hoping he’d just let it slide for now.

“No.” His hand sprang out and caught my wrist, although I hadn’t even seen him move. His fingers slid up to around my forearm near the elbow. “You can’t. I still have things to teach you, little girl.” His hold was quite vice-like when he pulled me down onto the couch, so I fell right into his lap.

I let out a small cry when my ass made contact with his… hard cock? I wriggled a bit before trying to free myself from his clutches.

“Daddy, you’re hurting me!” 

“I need to teach you, clearly, about why I still expect you in at certain times. And why it’s dangerous to be careless.”

His face was inches from mine and his breath tickled the side of my face and neck. I could smell the coffee he was just drinking on his breath, and it made my heart race. I pouted a little as his words sunk in. It was true that if I had gotten home any later, he would have been worried and would have searched for me all night if he needed to. I always tried not to worry him, but I guess I did this time.

“I… I’m sorry, Daddy.” It was a typical Friday night, and I was out with my friends, enjoying a few drinks and dancing the night away. As the night went on, I lost track of time and before I knew it, it was well past the time I was supposed to be home. I quickly said goodbye to my friends and rushed out of the club, knowing that my father would be waiting for me at home.

As I stumbled home in my heels, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. I knew my father would be angry, but I didn’t expect this was what would happen next.

“I just want you to be safe, my dear. You are my world, and I will always worry about you… but you need to be punished.” His voice was still very low when he grabbed my other wrist and held me in place. He let go of my right hand and moved it to hold both my wrists with one hand. He moved down and caught the hem of my dress and I panicked for a moment.

“Daddy, wait!” This was different from normal. He always spanked me when he wanted me to be punished. But what was this? I tried vainly to resist his hot probing eyes, but I needed to put a name to what was happening.

“We need to establish some boundaries, little girl. If you would have gotten hurt… it would have been my fault.” His teeth gritted with the last of his words. I knew he was right, and he had been nothing but a perfect caregiver.

I blushed when his eyes roved from my face down to my body. I felt embarrassed and turned from him, only to feel him suddenly get rough with me.

He pushed my legs apart with his strong, coarse hand. I felt exposed and bared to him with the soft summer sun streaming through the open windows. My skin was glowing in contrast to my black dress and my thighs quivered under his touch.

He didn’t give me any time to collect myself or prepare before he lifted the skirt of my dress, exposing the skin of my thighs and lower stomach to the air conditioning. 

“Wah!” I gasped, feeling my legs kicking wildly in front of me. “My-my panties!” They were visible!

“Quiet,” he said sternly, and I shut my mouth. I couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped when he wrapped his big hand around my panties. I felt my breath catch in my throat and my heart beat faster when he finally pulled them off and tossed them somewhere on the floor.

My bare thighs were against Daddy’s hairy thighs and the only thing separating my butt from his crotch were his jersey shorts. How badly was he going to punish me? “Da-“

He cut me off when his palm fell heavy onto the side of my bare ass.

The sharp sound of his hand connecting with my ass echoed throughout the room. I let out a high-pitched squeal, unable to do anything to prepare myself as he spanked my other cheek in succession.

“Daddy!” I shouted in alarm as he kept his palm pressed into the spot he had just struck. His grip on my wrists was iron-hard.

I felt my toes curling and my breath hitch when he rubbed in slow circles at the burning area, almost like he was trying to soothe it. His touch was always soft for how rough he was with me. It made me feel safe even when I was getting punished. I couldn’t help my little sniffles.

“I know, baby,” he whispered to me, his voice deep as his fingers slithered between my thighs. “You can take it. Let’s make you into a good girl.”

I felt my eyes welling with tears when his fingers slipped through my wet folds. My mouth dropped open when I felt his fingertips slip into my tight cunt. Wait… Daddy’s touching me there? Was this really happening?

“Daddy…”

“Shush.”

It was happening. Daddy’s fingers were doing something to my pussy. Terror clutched my throat, and I choked on it till a single tear rolled down my left cheek. I sniffled and swallowed a lump. 

Daddy’s eyes stayed on my face when I looked over my shoulder at him. I gazed into those soft hazel eyes. It was still him and no one else. He was still my father and his fingers that slipped in and out of my cunt. The same one I had always known.

Then, suddenly, a wave of emotions weighed down on me all at once. Daddy was actually touching my pussy. In front of me. This was way worse than a spanking or any punishment. This was a new level of sinful, but the fear I had felt dissipated a little when he began to kiss the side of my neck.

I cried out softly when he kissed lower and lower. His beard brushed against my bare shoulders, tickling my skin. His breath was hot and quick as he went from the base of my ear to my shoulder and my neck.

“Daddy… no,” I whimpered quietly, turning to his intense gaze.

“You don’t get to determine your punishment. Naughty little girls find themselves in ways like this. It’s better I show you what could happen.”

“Daddy, please. I swear I won’t stay out late again.”

“I know you won’t because I’m going to make sure of it.” The pressure on my wrists eased as he lifted me off of him and onto the couch. He quickly slid his shorts down and I watched, in horror, as his cock sprang free.

I never knew what Daddy’s cock looked like but it was definitely much bigger than I had expected. It looked like something out of porn! I gasped, squinting a little as it grew between his legs. He smirked and stood from the couch, and with one swift move, yanked my dress off and over my head, leaving me in nothing but my frilly bra. Not even three seconds had gone by before he snatched that off, too.

“Don’t fight. Don’t struggle.” His eyes roved over my naked body as he spoke. “You’re such a beautiful young lady. I have to teach you before someone else does.”

My heart throbbed when I heard those words come out of his mouth. I blushed and covered myself up with my hands, trying to keep him from seeing my breasts and pussy. “Daddy…” I whined. This wasn’t happening. I was dreaming. That’s all this was. I was having an intense dream. I didn’t wake up from it! I pinched myself repeatedly but no matter what I did, I stayed in this horrible nightmare of Daddy’s cock.

He just stared down at me, his lips slightly parted and eyes half-lidded as he continued to stare. His cock bounced as he repositioned himself on top of me. He got down between my legs, his hands finding themselves on my knees. I watched as he lifted them straight so I couldn’t close them around him, and then pressed my thighs up against his waist. 

I watched as he stroked himself a few times against my folds before positioning his cock in front of his virgin daughter’s pussy. “This is what could happen to you.”

“Daddy please—”

“So, it’s better your father showed you.”

I whimpered, “No.” I tried to stop him from pushing into me, but I couldn’t move an inch. I was helpless as his cock pushed its way into me, his precum slickening his member and my pussy as he forced himself deeper. “D-Daddy!”

My vision was spotty with tears as my hymen snapped. My inner walls stretched wider than they ever had, and the feeling of pain I felt was unreal. He moaned deeply and gripped my thighs hard when his cock finally made its way inside me. His breathing was rough and labored as he came to a stop once I felt full with all of Daddy. His eyes roved over me, looking at my naked breasts, down to where we were joined at the hips, and up again to my face.

“Oh, honey… you’re so tight,” he said, running his hands up the inside of my legs until he was cupping my butt.

“Daddy, please, it hurts…” I cried pitifully, my fingers gripping his wrist as he ran his thumb over my cheek and brushed my hair out of my eyes. “I don’t want to… it hurts.”

“Good, then you’ll never disobey me again.” His face was serious, but his eyes were full of love and adoration for me. ” Your pussy is really small and tight, so I’ll try not to hurt you too much.”

“Daddy!” I bawled as he pushed my legs higher and deeper into my chest and began to rock himself back and forth in me. My father was fucking me! I whimpered loudly as he began to fuck me with hard, deep thrusts. The wet slapping sounds of our skin connecting echoed around us.

“Yes, this… this—” he moaned. “This is perfection.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and his body began to vibrate. The veins in his neck ripened and bulged with strain as he continued to pound my little hole. I felt myself slipping away, getting lost in the moment as I lost feeling in my legs. My arms slid up his forearms to wrap around him, pulling him close.

My pussy felt like it was being pummeled by a small hammer as his cock slid out of me before ramming back into me. My body shook with every powerful thrust. Daddy was moaning loudly and began peppering my face with kisses. His tongue slithered over my skin and made me squirm. He moaned my name loudly as he pressed himself inside of me one last time. Holding himself there, he groaned through clenched teeth.

“Huuuuhh!”

His thick, warm seed flooded into me. I let out a short gasp and a choked cry. I felt so dirty and wrong. My eyes watered from the shame and the overload of emotions running through me. I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down onto the couch, holding me there as he spilled more and more of his cum into my waiting womb. I squirmed, crying softly.

Was this how Daddy would punish me from now on?